“I can cancel the meeting. Ms. Ashworth is staying for the week at the resort, but she may leave if I cancel.”
A strange ringing filled Denver’s ears. “Blair Ashworth is here? On my property?”
“Yes, let’s see. Oh . . .” The single syllable held a heaviness that Denver didn’t like.
“What is it?” He was certain he wasn’t going to like what his friend told him next.
“That woman you thought was something? In the Siren bungalow? That’s Blair Ashworth.”
“Oh, she’s something all right,” Denver nearly snarled into the phone before he regained control.
“So cancel dinner and the meeting?” Simon queried, concern clear in the softness of his words.
Denver glared at the waves rolling in. Damn the sea and its ability to calm him down when he wanted to rightfully rage.
“No.” He gave himself a mom
